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What's this talk from these no name niggas about who's the nicest Who is the illest Boy, you already know what it is It's my motherfuckin boy Duffle Bag Ran You know I don't lend my energy for weak niggas So it gotta be known Roll with it and come get on the payroll Or get rolled on If you thought about sayin my name, nigga, forget it An animal can only bite the hand that fed it Gamble with your life, some niggas'll have to bet it But the everyday struggle to you would be Akademik Find 'em in the crevice Readin old tweets of them talkin over zealous And act like they never said it I see where this shit is headed Life is a movie, and I'm playin with the edits Have you layin with the medics, nigga Be lucky if your name in the credits Some niggas leave here with no tombstone I was only 5 when my momma threw my ass in a group home Now I'm cuttin grass in a few homes, I'm too grown Shit is all clear, gotta stay clear Cause niggas'll have your name in everything but a prayer Man I swear, I'm in tuned with the hatred SongtexteI think like the kid who bent spoons in The Matrix It's obvious the level is high For you to live rich, several'll die They say the devil's a lie, I talk real that's the rebel inside Chip on the shoulder, never set it aside So keep your feminine pride The best ever, either dead or alive No disrespect, that's competitive drive It's better to die, if you don't live a life ready to thrive I know they hate, see the red in they eyes, listen Believe none of what you hear, a quarter of what you seein How you wan' race, the foreign or European? The roars from the Koreans Top model bitch, that whore be in my DM Niggas play rich, you ballin but I'm a GM Stuntin a team, I'm the nigga you become in your dreams Put the gun to your queen A Lil Uzi couldn't mumble a thing A brass killer, but the humblest king I don't thumble a thing Countin this money got my thumb in a sling 10, 20, tuu, man too many hundreds to bring Shit I'm too damn calm, you'll never see Ran rattled Don't get sent up a stream or river you can't paddle Niggas'll try and kill ya cause of what you got The brighter the light shine, the darker the damn shadow Chill, if you don't understand you will You sleep on it you should plan ya will, this nigga Ran is ill I spit cold, give your man the chills A big problem, no answer still, got hands of steel Who wan' smoke? I got cancer still Who wan' coke? I got grams to deal Who on Ransom's heels? I'm here homie, let's get to it So fuck who did it before, I'm the best to do it I custom kitted the Porsche, but the Lex is stupid Encrusted chips on the cross, the baguettes is blueish A gang full of niggas, the execs is Jewish I don't talk just to be talkin, I expect to do it What the fuck you thought? Nigga you better take that mumble rap shit over there Go dye your hair or somethin, this real rap right here The president, Duffle Bag Ran You already know what it is, right? Hahaha Aus Songtexte Mania